The Rememberance

You must accept the truth of it;

You are going to die

You may be crushed

by the cruel fingers of prophecy,

Or suffocated

By the shadow of ignorance cast over you.

Just hold on to those special memories,

The green of your brothers eyes,

The way you're sister's cheek dimples when she laughs.

These are the things most valued in life.

The things that will save you from hours of pain and misery.

Remember the smell

of your grandmother's cookies

And the way your Mom

used to read to you for hours on end.

Remember how your grandpa

taught you how to bait a hook

And you're father,

How he taught you not to abandon your kid.

To be a part of your child's life,

Even if it requires everything you've got

I have felt that abandonment

And I never want to meet my real father.

For, I wonder, what kind of guy

Leaves his girlfriend

and his three-month-old child

Alone in a world that does not want them?

It is like he is taunting me

Saying, I will bring you into this world

I will give your mother a child to take care of

And then I will leave you

I will leave you to move in with your grandmother

You never saw me walk

You never heard me talk

I do not know you

You are like an imaginary friend,

Or enemy,

That I made up in kindergarten

If I meet you,

If I meet you I will stand tall

And say, you are not my father,

You are a shadow of the past, a figment

Of my imagination

You Bradly James Collins,

Are a ghost lingering in memories

long since forgotten